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"Alex!!" I scream into the phone. My voice echos throughout the house as tears sear my cheeks. "Alex don't you fucking do it" I practically feel my lungs shred. Diamond Karter just moved into a small apartment in New York with her parents. She figured her and her best friend would be able to keep in touch, with social media and visiting eachother every once and a while, but she never had a clue. Never had a clue about anything that was truly going on.
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